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[Hello Tranquility, have a grey-skinned, bull-horned kid with a stutter. He's tinged with a slight orangey-brown blush, because addressing an entire ship is kind of a big deal!]

Hi, everyone! Uh. I'm Tavros and as you can, I guess, probably see, I'm a troll. Or, if you can't see, please know that I am that. I do not want to exclude anyone, based on their preferred mode of sensory input.

So, I want to offer to anyone who is experiencing difficulty with an animal, because there are some on the ship apparently, my skills of communing with them, to better understand and change their behavior, and thus end any difficulties experienced. I, uh, definitely want everyone to know that I am here to be helpful in whatever way I can, basically!

[This is important! You don't get to be in the fleet if you're dead weight.]

On that note, the being-helpful one, uh, I guess since there are a lot of trolls now, and the ship has a lot of humans, or other species that now look human, if you have questions about how troll society works, I will try to answer them. Uh, our culture is pretty different, and misunderstandings may occur. Possibly someone has done this already, but I thought I would offer also. I am, uh, generally pretty open to cultural exchange, and that sort of thing, and it would, I guess, be good to work together while we're all stuck here.

Um. That's all. Bye.

[Okay, kid, good job, you did it. Now spend a willpower point to not throw the comm out the door and cower in your blanketpile.]

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[ Gamzee's way too lazy to type. That, and he's directly across the room from Tavros. He looks up from his bottle of Faygo, eyes glazed over. ]

Look at you, trying to be all motherfucking helpful. Warms my heart, brother.

[Tavros was used to Gamzee being kind of spacey and weird from all the times they'd pestered each other back on Alternia, but it was kind of different when he had his head in a pie right in front of Tavros. Gamzee seemed really happy, at least, and Tavros knew that the other troll paid more attention and was sharper than a lot of the others gave him credit for, but he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to talk to Gamzee without that haze behind his eyes.]

It just seems like a good idea. I'm pretty lucky to be here at all, probably, so I want to do everything I can, in order to stay.

Awwwh, yeaaah, man.

[ Gamzee falls easily into Tavros. They don't necessarily balance each other out, but they certainly fit well together. It's why he's here in the first place, on the weird bed thing, slurping at his fingers and sitting tailor style. ]

We're all motherfuckin' together and there ain't no sight of Jack Noir. It's the best.

[He smiles wider and leans his head against Gamzee's, navigating a comfortable position even with all of the horns involved. Tavros tended to tense up when someone was going to touch him - that usually meant something bad, but not Gamzee. His best bro was safe as a lusus, to Tavros.]

Yeah, bro. No meteors, no Jack or Black King. No being dead. It's not really what I thought the utopia we were told we'd get would be like, but it's something, anyway. I am, I think, pretty excited for a chance at a new start!

[ Gamzee leans back and into Tavros, even if he is staring off into space, he's still listening to his shy friend. Hell, Tavros is one of the few that Gamzee actually pays attention to. Even if it doesn't look like it sometimes. ]

A new start would be sweet shit.

[ He lifts one of his last trays of pie towards Tavros, silently offering him one. ]

Maybe even, one might say, miraculous? Heh!

[Tavros kind of eyes the pies. It's really nice of Gamzee to offer him one, but he doesn't think Tinkerbull would have approved of him having any. Besides, there was something else to be concerned about...]

Oh, uh... thanks, but I think you should save the pies. We don't have any sopor to make more with.

Naaaaaaaaaw.

[ Gamzee's shaking his head as best he can given his horns, smile still light as his feet tap something. Some beat to the latest track he's heard. Or made up in his mind. Whichever it is, he seems perfectly content. ]

There's gonna be some sopor slime on this motherfuckin' ship. All the trolls are here, brother.

[ Because that makes sense, apparently. ]

I hope there is. It would be nice to actually get some shut-eye, that's decent. There just wasn't any, on the meteor, and I'm not sure why Eridan would sleep on a pile, if he'd found some slime.

[Tavros isn't paying the most attention to his answer, and may be bobbing a bit to Gamzee's tapping toe. He's got this burninating rap to make for John, you see.]

I guess, it's a thing we should look for! Or maybe ask about, in the medicalblock.

Man.

That's right.

[ He gasped, slightly, eyes as wide as they could ever be under the influence. ]

Holy motherfucking shit, we ain't got no more slime after this.

Heheheheh. Bet you can't handle my ill flames, John!

...

Wait, what happens when you run out of the pies?

[Tavros puts the comm down, giving Gamzee his full attention.]

I don't motherfuckin' know.

[ And it's the honest truth. Gamzee blinks, looking over at Tavros' comm instead. ]

Oh man, those are some sick fires, bro.

Well... I guess it's good that your friends are here.

[Tavros preens a bit at the praise.]

Thanks! They'd better be, I've had a lot of practice, battling with the master, by which I of course mean yourself! I think, of all the humans, only Dave poses any threat to pros like us, and I am researching him further, in case some true beatdowns need to occur, for any reason.

Awwwwh yeah. [ Gamzee does something similar to gang signes--or the Alternian equivalent--before rolling away from Tavros and literally onto the floor. Until he is mentioned. Thank God Dave hasn't sent him the ICP video yet. ]

Motherfuck, that guy's like, toe-to-toe with me. I need to brush it the fuck up.

No way, bro! Strider is, definitely, an opponent to be respected, but he is no match for you!

[Your buddy's faith in you is absolute, Gamzee!]

You really motherfucking mean that, Tavros? Man. you're a true motherfucking friend, honk.

[ Gamzee reaches in for a bro hug, chuckling.]

Of course, bro. Honk!

[Hug time is go! Aww, look how nice it is when everyone is chill and not going through homicidal withdrawal.]

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